I came along on bended knee   Careful they would make it be   I was made a heart of mean   I was never hoisted      My hands, my rope   My key, my door   Yeah, compassion grows   But conquistador      Title of the song      Hitler and the twelfth Pope of Pius can't hide   I was killed by my own kind   In a Holocaust, faith burns   Yeah, you should be shocked   You should turn      My hands, my rope   My key, my door   Yeah, compassion grows   But conquistador      My blood has been spilled   Henceforth, the Catholic guilt   My blood has been spilled   Henceforth, the Catholic guilt